Privacy Prostitute
I walk a quiet boulevard at twilight
to feel wind breeze and photograph an orange crowd
a book in my left pocket remains unread
she will write her own poems with a colorless pen
a handicapped tripod remains unused
he strongly refuses sunset to stay longer
yes, dusk is falling
the quietness is now having a little voice
along the hotel sidewalk and the trees
a question whispers in my ears
I asked my close friend for an assistance
a recommendation for sunset hunt
she apologized and told me just surf the net
yes, I got it in just a minute
It is time to read my book:
darling, I really want to share with you
anything, everything
I will sacrifice my privacy to hold you back
but million lines of algorithm already deployed by a bad Mark
to mark a baby shark
it sucks
an announcement is an official coercion
we have no options
humanism is a lack
security is fake
stay or leave
**** or naive
Copyright © Nur Holis | Year Posted 2021
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